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THE VIRTUAL VIETMAN MUSEUM

A place to  leave your personal comments.  You are invited to display articles in the Vietnam Virtual Museum.  Weoffer this forum to anyone who might have mementos, stories, photographs, or  memorabilia from the Vietnam Era they would like to display and share. We welcome links from other sites pertaining to Vietnam Veterans,  the  war years and the decades of the 1960s and early  1970s.  However, we ask that all articles be the property of the person offering them and do notviolate  any copyrights.  Briarwoodva.com and Barbara Fleenor Turner are not responsible  for any articles in  The  Vietnam Virtual Museum that might infringe on copyrights or are put into the Museum without permission of the true and legal owner.  The web master reserves the right to edit or delete inappropriate  materials.


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Welcome the Past:  The Decade of Conflict

The Vietnam War years were a time of turmoil and political unrest for the United  States of America at home and a time of death and dying for American service men in the killing fields of  Southeast Asia.  A generation has grown to adulthood and parented their own children since Lyndon B. Johnson was President and  Commander-in-Chief and young men and women were sent to War in Vietnam.  Step back in time to  1965-1975 and relive the memories of some who were  there:  the soldiers, the politicians, the protesters, the widows, the orphans, the parents.  This page is established in  special memory to those who gave all, the men  who never came home.  We hope it will become the "Black Wall" of cyberspace, so that we will keep the memory alive.  Thank you for visiting this site.  Leave your special memories for others to share.
 

REQUIEM

 He loaded the shot gun
as absently as he lighted his cigarette,
remembering NaTrang and rice paddies,
wrinkling his nose as he recalled
the stink of the Far East.

He had been grateful to come home whole,
stepping from the American 727 at Cleveland
Hopkins with a bronze star in his pocket;
shrapnel dark blue in his left leg.

The war remained a time-bomb in his duffel,
dioxin masquerading as other ailments:
the blisters wouldn't heal, headaches baked his
vision, but he was able to stand despite numbness.
Anger sank like stones in his belly.

He lay sky-shrunk against a gravel parking lot,
pupils pinpoints of questions, a pink
froth bubbled at the corner of his mouth:

the life a bullet
making a small mark at entry
taking so much when it leaves.

  Barbara Yount Coyne
  July 1980